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The Summer I Killed My Best Friend
I still remember it like it was yesterday. Things like this you relive over and over and over. And then when you start to forget, something happens. Then you relive it all over again.
We were in the third grade. My best friend and I, along with a few other kids in the neighborhood, were playing Hide-and-go-seek. Well, sort of. Us girls were hiding from the boys. The boys were chasing us. My best friend D. and I were crawling, hiding behind the bushes of the Rosa Vista projects office in McFarland. We were just being silly girls and having fun.
I looked over at her and her eyelid was folded over her eye. For a split second it was just white. I could have sworn the white was her skull. And since I couldn’t see her eye, because her eyelid was folded over it, I thought for sure she’d lost it somewhere behind the bushes. Then it happened. Blood started gooshing out. A lot of it. Fast. I panicked, and yelled, “D, your eye is split open. OMG OMG OMG…”
Then she started crying and screaming. And I started crying and screaming. I pushed her into the water meter and I popped her eye out. OHMYGOD! I was going to jail for sure.
We ran towards her house. I opened the door and yelled for her mom, “Mrs. D, Mrs. D… your daughter’s eye is popped out. She fell behind the bushes and her eye popped out.” Yeah, notice how I conveniently forgot to mention the reason she fell was because I PUSHED HER. I wasn’t gonna take the blame at this point. I didn’t want to go to jail.
In true Mexican mom fashion, she yelled at her. Instead of consoling her. She yelled at her. “AY muchacha, how many times have I told you…… “ I don’t know how she finished that sentence. I ran home and hid in my room. I didn’t want to go to jail.
I didn’t see her for the rest of the summer. I thought I’d killed her. I thought since I’d popped her eye out, maybe she was blind? Maybe she'd lost so much blood she was too weak to get out of bed? I thought so many things. But I never went to check for sure. I thought if they ever saw me again, they would arrest me for sure. Yes, I was selfish. Sure I was worried about her. I mourned her. I thought I'd lost my best friend. And it was my fault. But mostly, I thought, I don't want to go to jail.
School started and I was so happy to see my friend. With a tiny scar above her eyebrow. Three stitches. Turns out she wasn’t dead. She was just grounded. I was relieved. I missed my best friend. We picked up right where we'd left off. Like nothing ever happened. And she never once blamed me. As far as she was concerned, she fell. And I once again conveniently forgot to mention to her that she didn't fall. I PUSHED HER.
I’m lucky to report we’re still best friends. And yes, I have confessed to her what really happened. And we laugh about it. I think I’ve become a better friend since then. I no longer push my friends to go faster than they can go. And if they are ever sitting at home somewhere with their eye popped out, I’m almost certain that I would go by and visit. And maybe read to them. Or take them chicken soup. At least, I hope I will. But I also hope I never have to find out.
11 comments from 7 users
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posted by
Kindra79
on Oct 11, 2006 at 09:55 AM
My friend once smacked me upside the head with an encyclopedia ... I've had migraines ever since. She being a tomboy never could quite understand that other girls, especially the skinny white ones, were actually fragile and not built like her stalky Spanish/Portuguese ass.She's still my friend ... and she's learned to handle me a little more carefully. posted by
twinkie
on Oct 11, 2006 at 10:03 AM
OMG.... this reminds me of when my kids were younger. And my little sister smacked my son hard with a backpack. And she was upset that mom was telling everyone she'd hit him with a packpack full of books. She yelled out, "How many times do I have to tell youuuuuuuuuuuu! It wasn't full of BOOKS.... it was JUST AN ENCYCLOPEDIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" posted by
Kindra79
on Oct 11, 2006 at 10:57 AM
Augh hahahahhahahaha! If I wasn't at work I'd of laughed out loud ... I actually managed a slight snort. Hahahah!
posted by
JulieJordanScott
on Oct 11, 2006 at 11:08 AM
My older brother, Jim - the same one who I spent time with yesterday visiting our other brother in the hospital, once slammed my face into a table because Jeff (the oldest of us) let me watch "The Brady Bunch" on a long ago Friday night. He was mortified, I was shattered, Jeff was rather calm, surprisingly. Jim wrote a remorseful confession to my parents (who left all us younger kids in the care of Jeff) and Mom kissed my swollen cheek in the morning. Made everything better.
posted by
newman
on Oct 11, 2006 at 01:58 PM
That reminds me of when I got struck in the head with a baseball bat. My neighbor was taking a practice swing and he practiced right into the side of my skull. Apparently my parents werent too overly concerned with my condition becuase they still went out for the weekly Saturday night outing and left me at home with my brother. They told him not to let me fall asleep in case I had a concussion. My brother was tellnig that story last week and he said to my nephews "so boys that's what's wrong with Aunt Debbie! Nice, huh?
posted by
twinkie
on Oct 11, 2006 at 02:09 PM
OMG! That's crazy! *although that DOES explain a lot. tee hee! Hey newmannnnnnnnnnnn! It's your very first bakotopia POST! yay! posted by
twinkie
on Oct 11, 2006 at 03:35 PM
OMG..... I like how you ever-so-casually state it wasn't IN your eye.. it was just right between the eyes. hahaha. Thanks for sharing. I am loving these stories. I don't feel so bad for almost popping my best friend's eye out now! LOL I just had a friend email her own story after reading this blog! Let's see, I was probably in 4th grade or so and me and my sister Lwere out back playing with my daddy's golf clubs. He was at work and my mom and T were in the house asleep. I went to swing and she was standing right behind me, so it hit her right above her eye. Blood started pouring everywhere and we both were crying. All the doors to the house were locked so I was beating on them to get my mom or sister to wake up. They did and we went to the hospital. (I'm not sure why my mom didn't call an ambulance.) We lived in a small town and had to go to another town for the hospital, so probably about a 15 min. drive. My mom had a white shirt on that wasn't white anymore. Anyways, I know the doctors had to hold L down b/c she would fight them. lol They said when they cleaned it out, you could see in the cut all the way to her brain. Yikes! Lucikly it just fractured her skull. I really felt bad about it. Good thing she's alright. posted by
matt
on Oct 11, 2006 at 10:32 PM
I've been hit in the eye by a rock (the scar is still faint.) It happened at the Kern Ave. baseball diamond...rock fight.The best injury I had was the garage door I tried to ride my bike under. It was open half-way, and I didn't duck quick enough. It; cut my forehead (you can really see the scar now, lol,) and there was blood gushing out all over the place. Damn, I've injured myself so much over the course of my life, I'm surprised I'm still alive. Did I ever tell you about the "bb-gun" incidents under the Sherwood car bridge? One time we were shooting the guns under the bridge, and one of our friends shot us in the ass when were setting up the bottles. My other buddy turned around and the guy who shot us, IN THE CHIN! We rushed him to the doctor and when the cops showed up, we told them that one of the local "trouble maker" kids everyone knew did it...lol. We just looked with our angel faces... The bb's still there and when I see our friend, he shows us the lump in his chin.. Goodtimes..you can thank the old Western Auto for selling bb guns to kids...lol! posted by
gitanna
on Oct 12, 2006 at 07:40 AM
Twinkie!
That just what a 3rd grader would do....hide out, so as to not get in trouble! That fear of going to jail at such a young age is priceless. I had that feeling once or twice when I was little too!! Yeah, but I'm not telling you why! hahaha posted by
twinkie
on Oct 12, 2006 at 08:10 AM
HEY NO FAIR! You have to share. hehehehOk I just got an email from my friend D who coincidentally is the same friend that caused my WHITE HAIR AT MY WEDDING... and this is what she said after reading this blog entry: subject: EVEN STEVEN email: I say we're even!!!! I ruined your wedding...you scarred me for life! posted by
woofwoof
on Oct 12, 2006 at 09:47 AM
nice,, she did that on PURPOSE:) she liked her revenge served COLD:)
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